Chapter 275 Chapter 274
Rayena soon lost her voice, but Xenon kept going hard. He used her body like a rag doll, turning her into multiple positions while throwing her from one euphoric orgasm to another cataclysmic one, body shaking like it was being electrocuted.
Rayena could no longer feel her body.
Xenon gave another snarl, and sunk his teeth to her neck, gently sipping her blood. Rayena screamed as pleasure she'd never felt before crashed over her. Molten heat burned through her veins, destroying, recreating.
Her body had a life of its own, twisting and writhing, as Xenon pushed her into another orgasm with his release. She could barely hear his deep down groans of pleasure as he jerked and jerked above her.
And he still wasn't done.
Because his cock began to swell, growing impossibly larger inside her.
Rayena's snapped open, and she desperately tried to her away from the sensations that stormed through her, but with Xenon completely still above her, it was nearly impossible.
Just when she was sure she couldn't take it any longer, Xenon stopped swelling inside her, and she shuddered, unsure of it was from relief or discomfort.
She had no idea what he'd done, all she knew was that moving around hurt was impossible. The overload of sensations was too much for her body to handle.
"Please... " The words fell from her lips, tears streaming down her eyes.
Xenon collapsed on top of her, knocking the breath out of her chest. His entire body shook violently, a drawn out growl spilling from his lips.
His frame shrunk, and he fell asleep instantly. Rayena lay beneath him, shaking, tears streaming from her eyes like rain.
She felt full, surrounded.
Safe.
It didn't take her to drift into slumber, cocooned under him.
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Xenon blinked his eyes in a slow, disoriented haze, dragged back from the thick, velvety darkness of sleep. The room sharpened gradually—shadows soft against the stone walls, the faint glow of dying embers breathing warm orange across the ceiling. But his mind lagged behind, foggy, sluggish, as if it were clawing its way out of a dream he couldn’t fully remember.
He shifted, intending to sit up, but stopped when he felt heat pressed against him.
Rayena.
Warm. Soft. Curled into him like she belonged in the hollow of his body.
His brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell happened?
One by one, the memories poured in like a tidal wave, and a small gasp tore from him. He eased himself out of her with painstaking care, every movement deliberate so as not to disturb her. Rayena made a soft, sleepy sound, her lips brushing against his skin, but didn’t wake.
His tiger had stirred within him, purring and stretching languidly. He mentally checked for his wolf as well, and even that seemed to be at ease at well. He felt complete.
Whole.
He hadn't realized how much he would miss these parts of me until one almost slipped away, never to be recovered. He swung his arms. He felt lighter than he had in weeks.
No—since he returned to sanity.
His gaze dipped downward, catching the thin, angry red scratch marks striping her thighs, waist, and belly. They stood stark against her soft skin, a map of the intensity he couldn’t hold back.
A grimace pulled at his mouth. A sinking guilt coiled in his gut.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered, brushing a trembling kiss to her forehead. Her scent—sweet, warm, like crushed petals and skin—hit him hard. “I’ll be back.” Easing out of bed, he donned a robe and picked up the scroll she'd written, exiting the room.
Moving with a grace that belied his frame, he quickly went in search of Morvan and found the latter already dressed, ready to go for training.
"Here, take this," he said, handing him the scroll. "Rayena asked me to give this to you. When will you be leaving?"
Morvan stared at the scroll Xenon handed to him, a smile tugging at his lips. He quickly put it away. “Now that I have this? Right now. We don’t have any time to waste.”
“Good,” Xenon said, short and clipped.
Morvan paused mid-step, nostrils flaring subtly. His gaze sharpened. “Something about you feels different.”
“You can tell?” Xenon asked, genuinely surprised. His pulse thrummed, the tiger inside him shifting restlessly, brushing against his ribs.
His wolf howled, feeling irritation at being away from their matr so early.
“Yes—other than the fact that you reek of your mate.” The latter stated, a brow raised.
Xenon let out a low hum, half amusement, half pride. “Well, good news, brother. My tiger is back.”
Morvan’s eyes widened, then spread into a grin. “That’s amazing! How do you feel now?”
“Like myself again,” Xenon said. “Only better.”
Morvan pulled him into a strong brotherly hug, metal armor scraping lightly against Xenon’s robe.
“I’m really happy for you. Congratulations.” he said, patting his back.
“Thank you. You should be on your way now.”
“I should.” Morvan stepped back, gave a low respectful bow, then strode off, boots echoing through the hall. Xenon watched him disappear before turning back.
The walk to his chamber felt different—his senses razor-sharp. He could hear the slow crackle of torches from yards away, smell the faint lavender scent clinging to Rayena even before reaching the door.
Inside, she was stirring, tangled in sheets, messy hair fanned over the pillow like a halo. His steps faltered, and he allowed his gaze to rake over her. Gods, she was beautiful.
And mine.
“Hey…” he murmured, slipping into bed as her eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep.
Rayena immediately found him, pressing her cheek to his chest, her warmth sinking into him. “Where did you go?” she mumbled sleepily.
“I went to give Morvan your scroll. Saw him off as well.”
“He’s leaving now?” She blinked, raising her head. Xenon nodded, running his fingers through her hair—the silkiness sliding against his fingertips.
“How long will it take for him to return?”
“Knowing Morvan?” Xenon huffed. “A couple of weeks at most.”
“How do you feel?” he asked gently.
“Sore… but not in a bad way,” she whispered, cheeks warming "What about you?” she asked, glancing up at him.
His lips twitched upward, almost a smile. “Better than fine. I feel like me again. Thank you so much, Rayena," he murmured, kissing the top of her hair.
"You're always welcome," Rayena whispered, smiling.
They settled into a perfect silence, just holding on to each other. Xenon stroked her spine in slow, absent circles, grounding himself in her warmth, listening to her soft breathing.
"What are your plans now?" Rayena asked softly, breaking the quiet.
"Train the soldiers and prepare for my first raid," Xenon answered without missing a beat.
"Good luck..." she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. His hold on her tightened, his muscles tensing as determination flashed through him.
"Thanks."